((You are Jackie))
>9:30pm
>You spent most of the day trying to relax and have a nice night with Anon
>You are still way too anxious about this
>At the moment you are getting ready to hop the flight
>You and Anon take the elevator down to where the cars are parked
>Anon had more cars than he needed, but never admitted it
>He unlocked a purple 1989 Lamborghini Countach and opened the passenger door for you
>A damn nice car, odd colour though
>He pulled out and drove out of the underground lot
>The closer you two got to the runway, the more anxious you got
>Anon looked over at you
>“Babe, it’s gonna be okay.”
“Y-yeah I know...”
>The two of you finally arrive and you watch as the jet touches down and rolls down the runway and eventually stops
“I guess this is it...”
>You both get out of the car and walk towards the jet
>Anon picks you up and gives you a passionate kiss
>“Have fun and don’t worry okay?” He said with a sweet smile
>You smile back and he puts you down
>You start to board the jet
“I love you Anon!” You holler down at him as he gets back into the car
>You get inside the jet and make yourself comfortable
>You watch through a window as you take off, Anon driving back to the facility
>Why are you so anxious?
>Getting a little tipsy is tempting, but it’s not as fun when there’s no one to do it with
>The only people on this plane are the pilots and some supervisor in the back
>The bar with all of the different types of alcohol is so tempting, it’s as if it’s calling you over
>You spy a bottle of Kahlua...
>Kahlua is quite possibly your favorite rum
“Ah what the fuck, why not.”
>You were about to just pour a simple shot of it when you spied a variety of Baileys
>Ooohhh yes B52
>Whatever, screw the not fun part
>You look around for an orange liqueur somewhere and find a bottle of Cointreau
“Perfect~”
>You awkwardly open each bottle with your hooves and pour six four-ounce B52s
“At this rate I’m going to need to develop some sort of detox software.” You say to yourself happily
>First one down the hatch, it was like an orgasm in your mouth
>You wait a minute or so and down the second one
>You cringe and shake your head around a bit then knock back the third one
>You take a little three-minute break and just let it settle
>You then proceed to take the last three shots and trot slowly over to the leather couch you were laying on before
>At this point your heads up and internal display are showing you just how much alcohol you consumed and approximately how stupid you were considering your size
>And then boom, like it was on queue, you’re knocked loopy within the next few minutes
“*hic* yes, much better~”
>It must have been an hour of you talking to yourself and giggling when you get up and bang on the door of the cockpit with your hoof
>“Yes Ma’am how could we be of assistance?” You hear over an intercom
“I’m HORNY... And I want... uh... Stuffed crust and SOMETHING STUFFED IN ME!”
>You lean and press your face against the door as you slur these words out
>Then you remember what you said and start cackling
>It takes a while for them to respond
>“There should be pizza if you walk around the other side of the bar, and for your other request, there should be some things in the compartments on the table near the couch.”
>You were surprised to hear they had what you wanted
>But this is sort of your jet after all
>You try and hobble over to the other side of the bar and see the pizza
>Barely able to stand on your hinds, you grab it off of the tray it’s sitting on and drag it to the couch like a dog
>You then remember what the pilot said about the table compartment
>You pull one of them open and find a toy, not just any toy, but a toy you would rather like to put-
“In my cunny~... nah I’m freaking hunnngggryy... and it’s not as good as Anon’s big ol’ Dick  *hic*”
>Your internal computer is now displaying multiple parts of you being effected by the alcohol
>You start to chew on the whole pizza furiously and gobble it down
>You have no idea what kind it is, but it’s damn good
“Oh man here it comes... I don’t feel so great... Oh boy... Okay I’m done I’m done... I... zzzzz.”
>You shut yourself down before you feel the... undesirable effects of your favorite alcohol and a whole pizza...